We have reached that month called May,
But what you may not realise
Is why it is called May,
It is all because of the weather.
It may be sunny and bright,
It may be cloudy and dull,
It may be cold and snowy,
It may be hot and sweaty,
It may be changing every day,
It may be wonderful,
It may be dreadful,
But that is what is May.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 3rd, 2023 01:06
- Comment from author about the poem: It may be May. Not a song this time but a clever scene from the Marx Brothers.
- Category: Humor
- Views: 9
- Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet, Bella Shepard.
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Comments6
Did we dance round the Maypole centuries ago, you and I?!
Of course we did I tried to tie you too it but you bit through the rope.
Andy
May the son warm you.
Thank you 2781.
Andy
May your pen never cease to meet paper. 👍
I certainly hope not AP, thank you.
Andy
A very unique view of why the name May and a pleasure to read - - thank you for sharing it Andy
My absolute pleasure Fay.
Thank you.
Andy
Here in my state of Missouri (I pronounce it Misery) you've come very close to the 10 day weather forecast with this delightful poem. Topped off with a classic Marx Brothers routine, it is my big smile of the day. Thank you dear friend!
Thank you Bella, so glad I have made you smile.
Andy
May you enjoy May.
Come what may.
I may well do that Peter, thank you Mayte.
Andy
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